Sunday, June 18, 2006

Graduation (aka Why My Parents are No Longer Allowed to Take Pictures)

This is as good as it gets, folks:

Here is the crowd. Good Job. Athena's mom is in pink. I think if you look up by the buildings, you can start to see the graduates procession coming down the hill...


Here's me (pink/purple lei) trying to get the short girl to move, so that my boyfriend could sit next to me. I requested those seats the day before and everything worked out, but the morning of graduation the woman in the yellow (who is too old to be a college student) wanted a seat, and her friend joined with her, which bumped Chris onto the next row! =( I was pissed and tried to get her to change seats during most of this standing part. She refused. (If you click on the picture, you can see me pointing at her)


Here's me, pissed that I didn't get my way. Athena's going to hate me for this picture (She's standing next to me).


Here's Chris (Purple lei and tie):


After long, boring speeches, I finally got to walk across the stage:


....And so did Chris:


Shots like this make me wonder if my dad knows how to delete pictures on his very expensive digital camera:


After the ceremony, we took a little too many pictures, most came out pretty awful and here are the lessons we've learned:

Having the subjects in the sun, doesn't matter if YOU'RE in the shade! I thought this was digital? Why did someone take FIVE more like this if they weren't going to turn out?


Lesson 2: Let me know when you're going to take the picture... Counting to 3 isn't that hard.


Thank Goodness Chris took over the camera for the photos of my family


I think this is my favorite picture of the bunch because it shows people's personalities so well... My dad fixing a camera in the foreground, my grandpa in the back leaning on a piller, my grandma smiling sweetly in the middle, and my mom looking pissed, arms crossed on the right. (Thanks, G)


Terry took a couple nice pictures of Chris and I before the ceremony, before we were sunburnt, sweaty, and tired:



Here's a blurry one from the waiter when we got to the restaurant for dinner... If you split the table in half at the top between Chris and me, then outwards from us, it goes: Our parents, our sister, our grandparents... Or, from the left, clockwise around the table: Barbara, Bob, Ginny, Peter, Teresa, Kate, Chris, Jim, Terry, Sharyl, Sandy, Barney: